Rejected on Mating Day: His Rival Drives Him Mad

The freezing border Watchrock. The blizzard, mixed with ice shards, desperately poured through the torn holes of her leather armor. Sera lay in a pool of blood. Her stomach had been completely torn open by a ferocious giant bear. The cold wind blew straight into her mangled organs. Every breath carried the sweet stench of bloody froth, making her body convulse in pain. She held on to her last breath, staring fixedly at the Frostwood main tent a few kilometers away. Three days ago, her fiancé Kyle had "died in battle" during the frenzy of a fierce beast migration. But now, the man who was supposed to be dead was standing intact by the warm fire pit. Even his fur coat was impeccably clean as he lowered his head to kiss the fragile, ordinary pureblood girl in his arms—Elara. His death in battle was a fake; abandoning her to be with someone else was the truth. Extreme hatred, mixed with the giant bear's residual venom at the wound, instantly crushed her heart. Sera abruptly closed her eyes. ... When she opened her eyes again, the biting blizzard and agonizing pain were completely gone. Inside the tribe's great stone hall, it was brightly lit. "Respected pureblood atavistic werewolf Sera, please grant your wolf fang token. Standing here are three of the most powerful werewolf warriors, but only your choice can decide who will be the ultimate Alpha of this land!" The Grand Elder's resounding voice echoed in the hall. Sera's chest heaved violently. Fresh air filled her lungs. She quickly scanned her surroundings. This scene was all too familiar; she had returned to seven years ago, the day of the Blood Covenant Pre-selection Ceremony. As the only pureblood werewolf in the entire tribe with an atavistic bloodline, Sera's mere existence was a symbol of absolute power. As long as someone bonded and mated with her, they would receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. Not only would their physical strength experience a terrifying leap, but the mental link between the two would also be immensely powerful, possessing extreme suppressive effects. Even the offspring they would bear in the future would possess formidable talents surpassing ordinary wolves. In the ancient rules of werewolves, the wife of the supreme leader Alpha would be respectfully addressed as "Luna." Because of this, whoever Sera chose would qualify to transform into a true Alpha! In her previous life, it was right here that she handed the wolf fang to Kyle. After making the vow, she bet all the privileged trump cards brought by her atavistic bloodline on him, yielding the most abundant hunting grounds and the fattest wintering herds to the Frostwood camp. When Kyle was severely injured in a duel, she single-handedly fought her way deep into the Desolate Icefield to dig up herbs for him, having three bloody holes violently stabbed into her stomach. But how did he repay her? He turned around and spent all the winter meat she had traded her life for on Elara. He despised her for smelling of blood and lacking gentleness, and instead protected that woman—who could trip on flat ground—in his arms. Finally, he faked his death to escape, leaving her alone at the frontline Watchrock for the packs of starving beasts. Below the high platform, three extremely formidable candidates were waiting. Standing dead center, Kyle slightly raised his chin, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyelids were half-drooped, revealing a hint of perfunctoriness. From the corner of his eye, he occasionally glanced at the pitifully weak Elara in the corner of the hall. Looking at his demeanor, a sudden wave of disgust churned in Sera's stomach. She walked straight down the stairs, completely ignoring Kyle in the middle, and headed toward the far right. The Alpha of the Bloodfang pack, Zane. This mortal enemy, whom she had fought with since childhood, was leaning against a stone pillar in a wild, undisciplined posture. The crisscrossing scars on his body were honors won from countless brutal hunts. Sera grabbed the wolf fang token from the tray and slammed it directly onto Zane's solid chest. "I choose him." The hall instantly fell dead silent. The Grand Elder, holding the tray, gave a violent jolt, almost dropping it. Below the stage, the elders of various tribes and the wolf warriors looked at each other, their eyes filled with unconcealable shock. Some even gasped. The entire North knew how much Sera had cared for Kyle over the past seven years. She had poured all the best winter supplies into the Frostwood camp. In everyone's minds, today's Pre-selection Ceremony was just a formality. No one expected that she would publicly abandon Kyle and hand the supreme power capable of forging an Alpha to the wildest Bloodfang warrior, the one who was most at odds with Kyle. According to tribal rules, the wolves qualified to stand here and run for selection were all extremely powerful, but once not chosen, they must take a single knee to the future Alpha to show submission. The other candidate beside them had already knelt simply, but Kyle did not. Kyle's jaw tightened. Not only did he not kneel, but he also looked coldly at Sera. "Sera, stop throwing a tantrum," he issued a public warning, his tone carrying a condescending charity. "The one I love can only be Elara. But if you take the token back now and admit your mistake, I can still reserve half of the position of my wife for you." He was certain that Sera was just jealous and throwing a fit. Since childhood, this woman had stuck to him like a shadow. He had long grown accustomed to her devotion. As for Elara, three years ago, when he was besieged by pack traitors and on the verge of death, it was she who dragged him to safety with her fragile body. When he woke up, he clearly saw Elara's coat soaked in blood, with a crescent-shaped wound on her shoulder where he had unconsciously bitten through. His savior must receive his favoritism. As for Sera, she only needed to continue being the top predator behind his back. Sera listened quietly to his charity. "Alright, I'll fulfill your wish," Sera sneered. Kyle's face darkened. He felt his authority being trampled upon and was just about to step forward to grab her. Zane raised one thick eyebrow. He stretched out a large hand, wrapped it around Sera's waist, and pulled her into his embrace. In the next second, this massively built man took a sudden step forward. "Bang—!" Thick beast-bone combat boots smashed heavily onto the stone slab. Zane's solid muscles bulged like rock. That savage physique and violent aura belonging to a top predator formed an insurmountable tower of flesh. Zane lowered his head and let out a deafening, low growl. Facing a top predator a full size larger than himself and reeking of blood, biological instinctive fear made Kyle's legs tremble violently. His knees went soft; he gritted his teeth desperately, veins bulging on his forehead, stubbornly holding on without kneeling. Zane looked down at Kyle, who was sweating profusely and struggling not to kneel. "Didn't you hear her say she'll fulfill your wish?" Zane tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice low but vibrating painfully against people's eardrums. "Now, take your trash and get out of my sight."